My Professor (illustrated letter)
"Uh-huh -- that's right," I said with a hint of approval in my voice. "Now do you want me to take my panties off completely?"
"Um ... well, yes ... I ... I do," he said, stammering. "Um ... you said that you'd ... you know ... um, take your panties off if ..."
"I know what I said, goddamn it!" I shouted. He visibly shrank from me when he heard that. Of course this was all about exerting my power over him, as he could already see my pussy anyway.
Then I spoke more calmly: "And I keep my promises -- as long as you ask really nicely. Go ahead, Dr. Sanders -- ask."
"Uh, Miss R----- ..." he stammered, very unsure of himself. "Won't you please get ... take your panties off completely for me?"
"Not for YOU I won't -- I only do that for ME," I replied. "That is, unless you ask a lot more nicely than that!"
He shot me an angry look of resentment, but then it dissipated and he looked down at the floor shyly. Looking back up again and shuffling his feet, he said softly, "Won't you please, Miss R----- ... *please* take off your panties? Please! I beg of you."